Tomorrow*
There is no any place for sorrow
You were in love with me till tomorrow
Unless a new spring comes in the street
Strangers think of themselves what they need
There are no any smiles to remember
Don't expect warmer days from December
Fresh snow covers my petty traces
While the night gives its tight embraces
Are we friends, were we even familiar?
Evolution is blessed by physical
Never leave any place for sorrow
Knowing you are in love till tomorrow.
25.03.
Tomorrow
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